And Lin Jiaying, after the car accident, directly left Bo Ziai and left, which caused Bo Ziai to lose his life because of the untimely rescue.

Bo Zixiao always thought that Lin Jiaying was the murderer who indirectly killed Bo Ziai, but he saw from Bo Ziai's mobile phone that those letters written by Bo Ziai to Lin Jiaying, and he knew that Bo Ziai had liked Lin Jiaying so much......

It is precisely because of this that even if he hates Lin Jiaying very much, he has never gone to her, because he knows that Bo Ziai will not allow it.

Who knows, after so many years of this incident, Lin Jiaying will suddenly find him, and he will also make her his wife his wife.

He never forgot Lin Jiaying's ruthlessness back then, and he even suspected that the brake failure of the car was Lin Jiaying's handiwork.

Bo Zixiao slowly closed his eyes, the cigarette butt in his hand had burned to the end, he hurriedly threw away the cigarette butt and extinguished it with his foot......

Lin Jiaying, don't you want to see him?

I want to get the truth from your mouth with my own ears......

Bo Zixiao came down from the second floor and ran into Lin Jiaying, who was about to go upstairs, Bo Ziai couldn't help but drag Lin Jiaying's arm and walked out.

"Bo Zixiao, what are you doing, let go of me."

Bo Zixiao stopped, looked at her, and said, "Don't you want to see him?" If you want to go, just shut up for me. ”

Lin Jiaying was stunned for a moment, reacted immediately, and obediently followed him out of the door, this time, she didn't ask anything, just sat quietly in the car, and let him take him to where he always wanted to go......

Lin Jiaying inexplicably had a trace of expectation for that place, she wanted to know how much tenderness a man who tried his best to protect the host, and she also wanted to replace the host and go to see him.

Then tell him that so many years of forgetting was not her intention.

Perhaps it is precisely because of the profundity of love that it will be completely forgotten......

The car was running at high speed on the road, the closer to the destination, the more nervous Lin Jiaying's heart became, and later, the car went all the way along the mountain trail into the mountain and stopped at the cemetery in the mountain.

This is a private cemetery, there are very few people coming and going, there is an old man at the door who looks at the cemetery, and when he sees someone coming, he hurriedly comes out of the house.

Bo Zixiao and Lin Jiaying got out of the car, Lin Jiaying followed his steps, the two of them were relatively silent, and no one spoke.

"Young Master, are you here?"

The old man said respectfully, and Bo Zixiao said lightly, "Fu Bo, let's go see Ziai." ”

"Okay."

Bo Zixiao's eyes sank, and he took Lin Jiaying to the other side of the stairs, the higher he went, the more complicated Lin Jiaying's mood became, and when he was halfway up the mountain, Bo Zixiao suddenly stopped, he looked at Lin Jiaying, as if he was enduring some emotion, and finally didn't say anything, and walked along the path.

The two of them walked to Bo Ziai's cemetery, Lin Jiaying saw the young man in the photo at a glance, which was consistent with the photo she had seen in Lin's house, the corner of the young man's mouth raised a shallow smile, with the youth and immaturity of his youth, his contours were clear, and it was not difficult to see the similarity with Bo Zixiao between his eyebrows and eyes.

This is Bo Ziai, the man who once did not hesitate to lose his life to save the host Lin Jiaying, a man who made Lin Jiaying respect from the bottom of his heart.